Earl-ee Friday Morning

Summer's Fun...
but fall is SWELL.

Paddling out to greet Earl after it lined up and organized itself a couple Friday mornings ago. Turned out to be just Good Clean Fun

Maybe it's Wild

Maybe it's the 12 @ 16, maybe the pace yourself paddle out. Maybe it's the groppling hold downs, nasal enemas, and rips' like rivers. Or maybe it's the drawn out lines on head and a half faces. It's not the endless sunshine, not the bikini clad girls, and it's not the 80* water. Those things were around all summer long. Whatever it is, I felt it today. Exhilarated, an acute sense of being alive. An energy sent up from the depths of mother ocean that humbles and rejuvenates us. We soak it in and carry it back to land until we can experience it all over again. Thanks Earl.